- Forever Flowers
My garden wants a willing hand each day
to give it nourishment, along with love.
When here and there those tendrils turn astray,
I wrap them on the trellises above.
While petals linger, waiting just for me,
perceiving footsteps of my morning round,
small buds arise to greet me faithfully;
for them, I sprinkle water on the ground.
A little snip with garden shears, and each
cut shapes my flora’s mien and helps it grow.
Then, with the morning slipping from my reach,
I carefully pick flower from each row.
They’re strewn inside my basket, just the same;
their fragrances invisibly infuse,
and though each blossom holds a different name,
they blend into a light array of hues.
Oh, when their short-lived beauty has been spent,
their memory will last in heart and mind
as a bouquet of blooms and lovely scent,
with fondest thoughts forever intertwined.
